Without Judgement

Love, you bring me to my knees
I'll do anything that you tell me to
We can share the same disease
I'll sacrifice my heart to you
Holding hands eternally
Laughing together, so happily
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing
We'll carve our names into a tree
Before we dissolve under our skin
Forever is something we can be
Oh my sweet carcinogen
Holding hands eternally
Laughing together, so happily
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing

Little Heathen

new baseck 2013

it's been a min since i shared my music online. here's the first new song i've shared using the dave smith instruments/ roger linn "tempest" analog drum machine. all done live in one take, no computer edits :)

much more to follow soon!

Without Judgement

John Koz

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